My privacy is a world, owned by me.
Giving up this freedom, would be costly.
A tranquil place where flowing ideas take flight.
Of new ideas and the ending of old plights.
Privacy is sacred, staying true to oneself.
The taking of this would be destruction itself.
Hold onto solitude, while it still sustains.
Where secrets and memories will remain.
Slowly our privacy is being stripped away.
Hold onto it dearly while you still may.
The future holds promised lies.
That our private place may someday be denied